"Hey - it looks like this gem'll fit in a hole in the altar! Mind you, maybe it'd better wait until morning..."

If needed, he'll help barricade the double doors, then, if nothing else is planned for the evening, he lies down and is out like a light, snoring like a swarm of bees in a tin bucket until woken for his turn on watch.

Kast gets ready for battle, opening up his backpack and retrieving his heavy shield.

I totally forgot I had one. Duh. Soldiers need coffee.

Kast takes a moment to strap the wooden barrier to his arm, unused to the weight and take his morningstar in his other hand.

"This will serve me better in these tight quarters." Kast mentions to Chyrstosm and Nimeon.

1d20 + 7 ⇒ (10) + 7 = 17 Know (Nature)

"Let's drive these dogs off so we can rest," Kast says. "Nimeon, if you'll get the door, I'll go first, followed by Chrystosm. Chrysto, you take north, I'll look south. Dorial, Othoe, do what you can to help. Simon...uh..." Kast looks at the 'cloak' and again loses his words.

Simon rouses from sleep groggily, clearly upset at being woken. "Damn it, I was having the best dream!" Tucking Llwynally into the cloak, Simon secures her safely, "Here, my little one, you'll be safe in my secret magical cloak of disappearing." When Simon turns back around the red glow has risen in his eyes and tiny wisps of smoke start twisting upwards from his hands. "Let me at them, I'll burn those bastards that hurt my little Llwynally." growls the slight herbalist, "Stand back from the door, my friends, I'll open it." With a deep breath, Simon strides forward.

When the party is ready, Simon will throw open the doors and unload his Fire Breath, 15' cone, DC13 for half, dmg: 1d4 ⇒ 2Then he'll follow that with his Touch of Flame on the first wolf he can reach.

Simon takes the lead, a fire in his eyes and revenge boiling in his belly. With Llwynally "safely" stored in his fabulous cloak of disappearing, the man strides forward, throwing the doors wide and blasting the first thing he sees with his fire breath.

What he first takes for a wolf, seems smaller when the smoke clears, a lean rangy dog, though its still glisten as it snarls and snaps from the hallway.

Othoe nudges Dorial, "Wow, did you see that? I can't believe I threaded that through everyone and in combat for a hit! I'm getting pretty good at this." Othoe smiles happily even though the damage was minimal.

Kast: It's the eerie way the light reflects off its eyes that you see first, a wolf, probably smaller than the first is waiting for you, and attacks from the shadows, biting and snarling. He's young, though, and misses Kast's gimpy leg, because it doesn't move like he expects it to. We'll call this one SW

NimeonWhile you cannot reach the young wolf to Kast's north, you can hit the dog in front of you, and do, your sword cleaving deep into its shoulder, breaking bone and muscle and sinew. It slumps to the floor in front of you.

Chrystosm tries to shoot the snarling dog, but misses, Simon tries to reach around Kast to get to small wolf that comes from the north, but he too misses. The small wolf tries to attack Kast, but can’t get a good bite on him.
Othoe threads a spell through the chaos in front of him, hitting the dog right in the chest. Kast reaches out and smashes the small wolf hard. Nimeon swings at the dog, doing him with one final whimper as he falls to the floor.
Dorial holds her action, not daring to leave the safety of the meeting room to take the fight to the beasts outside.
From out of the darkness of the room with the bolthole in the wall comes a voice. Low and snarly, Kast recognizes it as the voice that wanted to “kill them for breakfast”.

“Wait, Hoo-man! Stop! Why have you come? Perhaps we can reach an accord.” Slowly, and with great caution, stalks from the room the largest wolf that any of you have ever seen. Stepping into the hallway (G7), Nearly as tall as Nimeon, he looks him straight in the eye with barely a tip to his huge shaggy head. His eyes are dark, filled with an evil intelligence that no dog or wolf could even imagine.
“Why have you invaded my home, killed my guards and my pets, slaughtered my concubines? Why are you HERE?”

"It looks to have been a home for a clan of dwarves prior to your nesting grounds, now you attack the next two legged creatures that come along? Had you left us alone we would not have killed any of your kind. What accord is it that you offer us now?" Simon does not trust the wolf, but pursues the conversation to see where it leads.

"Well, if you don't want to die or have your b@&+#es die, I suggest you step back, find a quiet hole and let us do what we came here to do. We'll sleep for the night, then finish our search on the morrow, then we'll be gone."

"Innocent? No, we're not innocent, but neither were you here to ask. Seems to me both sides have failed to honor the other up to this point. As Kast said, we will spend the night and leave with our supplies in the morning and no further harm done. Agreed?"

You're pretty sure that natural wolves DO NOT speak common, nor are they intelligent enough to carry on this sort of conversation.

Knowl Arcana=15:

You are quite sure this must be a Worg, a magical beast that looks like a wolf, but is nearly as intelligent as a man. Some rumors have even mentioned very intelligent Worgs, that specialize in hunting man the way trappers might hunt wolves.

Nimeon:

There is a presence of evil.

"I know no such thing!" He looks as if he might continue to argue, but changes his mind.

"Oh fine. Go, sleep. But if you told me what it is you're looking for, I might be able to get you out of here faster."

Dorial nods as she slowly moves forward, stopping 10' from the wolf. She places the mushroom on the ground and then moves back into the party. Even though she seems to feel that his intentions are safe, she still keeps her guard up.

Dorial nods as she slowly moves forward, stopping 10' from the wolf. She places the mushroom on the ground and then moves back into the party. Even though she seems to feel that his intentions are safe, she still keeps her guard up.

Ready to windblast (last one) should the wolf attack.

Though Dorial tries to find a safe approach route, none presents itself. Head high and windblast ready, she approaches with the mushroom, setting it on the ground in front of the Worg.

His tail twitches, and one side of his muzzle draws up in disdain, "Do you think me a fool, Pup? Think I'll lower my head so your males may snap at my neck as its exposed? I am GRAYPELT, Lord of this Domain!" He snaps and snarls for a moment, then seems to calm, his voice back to a warm, almost comforting vibration in the air.

"Hold it for me, if you would, Hooman. My eyes are not what they once were,and my lieutenants have all been slain. Show me what it is you are after, and I will help you.

Unlike your males, you smell....trustworthy."

Kast Phaer wrote:

Kast readies his strike still, should the wolf pounce.

I got a bad feeling about this.

1d20+7 Know (Arcana)

WaitAMinute!?! A WORG!?! I recognize it now!

** spoiler omitted **

Kast:

1. Alignment? Evil, chaotically evil. He'd like to have you over as lunch. Even if he wasn't hungry.
2. Special attacks?none.
3. Likliness to be a jerk? plumb full of jerkiness

"Please, let us come to a compromise. We shall give you the space you require to observer the mushroom." She gestures everyone to move back into the room. "Unfortunately, I do not know you and am only looking to protect myself in this exchange."

”Yesss…let’s be sensible…” Graypelt pauses, watching Dorial shoo at the others, as if waiting for the way to be clear. Suddenly, the oversized wolf lunges at Dorial’s ankle, with a bite that very well take it off at the knee. Her windblast goes off, but barely ruffles his fur, her diverted attention throwing it off track.

Kast, expecting the worst of the foul beast , Kast uses his shield to try to protect Dorial from her own good nature as Graypelt shows his true colors and his rapier sharp teeth. It is enough to make him miss, and enough to make him angry and careless.

Dorial’s readied Windblast:1d20 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6

Kast’s aid another to Dorial’s AC:1d20 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 10

GrapyPelt’s attack on Kast:1d20 + 7 ⇒ (3) + 7 = 10

and I think we’ll just call this the start of a new round. Round 3 work for everyone? Top of the round to Chrystosm.